Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.